The Knowing

I can't tell you what it is - exactly - about the morning fog that I so love.

Perhaps - it's the sense of vast and endless possibility. That there is no beginning...and no end.

Perhaps - it's the stillness....the quiet.

Perhaps - it's that feeling of being all alone in the world. I can't see them...so that - surely - they can't see me.

Perhaps - it's that moment before the world has wakened and stirred. That moment when there is no one there to remind me of what is expected...of who I'm supposed to be.

Perhaps - it's in that state of somewhere between what was and what is yet to be...between yesterday and tomorrow...between the known and the not yet.

Perhaps it's here - in the foggy now - that I know just exactly what...and who...I am.

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Have a wonderful holiday weekend!

Plain. Simple. Easy.

Some days the practice is about the 'allowing'...the 'letting go'...the 'releasing' into just what and how it is.

Ordinary.

Grey.

Uninspiring.

The 'noticing'....the 'appreciating'...the 'finding' beauty in the every day.

Plain.

Simple.

Easy.

The 'disovering' the new in the old. The 'breathing into' it..and finding that quiet space inside that reminds me that it's been here all along. All I needed was to look and see. 

Hands and Hearts

More than words ever can...or will - with hands and hearts reaching out and extending to those who have lost so much - this image says it all.

Funny....how some days - the just right 'thing' - appears.